. “No, I’m not a virgin. It is your own choice, isn’t it?” She nodded. “I am sorry,” he said slowly. A tarnish of constraint that had recently spread over her intercourse with Capes vanished again. Fortescue raised his eyebrows and assumed a light-comedy expression. "Let him remain," interposed Trenchard. Capes was something superadded. It was a charming sight to watch the motions of her tiny fingers as she pursued her task; and though the posture she adopted was not the most favourable that might have been chosen for the display of her sylphlike figure, there was something in her attitude, and the glow of her countenance, lighted up by the mellow radiance of the setting sun falling upon her through the panes of the little dormer-window, that seemed to the youth inexpressibly beautiful. By this time, several of the terrified domestics appeared with lights. So the world is choked with waste and waiting daughters.
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